two-faced

I used to believe
love was salvation
that light in the distance
beckoning us home
to a place of safety
where old wounds would heal
that it would cover us
like a blanket
and under it
what life we would create!

Now I know that love
is a temptress with a noose
which only tightens at the neck
as we rage against it
it will not be denied, it will burn
and torment long after hope dies
like a plague
it will consume
and bright eyes will go dead
in the dark.